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There had been many times that Dean had contemplated what this life had cost him. Right now, as he looked out of the rear window of his car, was definitely one of those times. He was glad that Amara was safe, he was don't get him wrong. But it brought back the pain as he remembered what kind of life he could have had if it wasn't for the family business. When he was young it hadn't seemed to be much, not really. Who doesn't want to be a badass with a purpose when they're younger?

It wasn't until he lost his dad that the toll really started to pound in his head. Then he'd lost his brother and himself shortly after. Only for the crazy roller coaster of life to take him for another spin when angels rose him. If someone thought that was the craziest thing to happen to him then they really hadn't been paying attention. Which was good; Dean didn't want anyone to pay attention to the s**t storm that had become his life. It was bad enough that Chuck had written some books on him and his brother as it was.

Putting a little more pressure onto the gas peddle, Dean started off down the road. He had a brother to pick up and one messed up life to get back to. The apple pie life that was in his rear view mirror was just going to have to stay far away from him. Though as he drove away, Dean couldn't help but feel the knot in his stomach. He gripped the steering wheel till his knuckles whitened as he continued down the road.

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She would have never expected to be around so much death again which is silly because it will always be around her. Death was the countless cold bodies littering the streets and roads, it was the cold, clotting blood and the eerie silence.

But Death was not so dead anymore. A firm strong grip held her in place by her ankle. Followed by another. And another. Hands tugged roamed all over as bodies began rose from the ground. A group of four bodies rose from their post, black veins standing out from the pale contrast of their skin. Eyes wide and alert. Lips curled and teeth bared. Cheast heaving heavily. Niara could immediately sense that something was not right; they were not human.

They were fast, aggressive and set to kill. But Niara was faster. Inhuman and animalistic snarls rumbled deep in their throats as one dove towards her -

- to only meet the end of the long, silver length of her blade. The tip protruded out on the other side of his body. She turns her head slightly as she avoids the life leaving his eyes. Withdrawing the bloodstained blade from the actual dead corpse, Niara turns to face the other rushing three. She ducks underneath one.

The inhuman’s body soared pass Niara, just to only get striked by an incoming car. The impact was hard. She heard a bone break, or a couple. But that alone didn't seem to faze him as he immediately jumps to his feet. That surprised her for a brief moment. Usually once someone gets hit by a car, they dont spring back up like that. The inhuman dashes towards Niara once more. What is going on? Why were they so hell bent on attacking her like this?

But Niara’s attention was no longer on the aggressive inhuman, but the figure inside the car. She didn’t see any damage to the vehicle, so she would assume it was okay. The person on the other hand...

“Hey, are you okay?” she asked outloud, raising her hands -with her bloodstained angel sword - in the air and waving them. Niara only took one step forward before she was knocked on her side, flipped on her back. Her sword, that belong to her father which now belongs to her, scattered across the ground, away from her grasp. With one arm, she blocked the incoming blows of punches and scratches, and with her other hand, held the snarling inhuman’s face far away from her. Her fingers and nails gripped and dug into his face, a small rise of temperature in her hand immediately beginning. She hoped she wouldn't have to come to use her powers ever again. And here she was.